The Divine Hunter

The breeze caressed.

The alder tree gently swayed its green branches, like a girl dancing gracefully.

A burly bald man was walking side by side with the black-haired young man on the glade. A lively griffin followed behind them, constantly pulling the owner's trouser legs with the furry pads in the center of its paws.

"Little devil, you came back suddenly, did you find the clue of the four great masters?"

"They are hiding in Maribo, and it is impossible for them to come to the wilderness of Nuocheng in a short time, so I am safe for the time being." Facts have proved that he was too cautious before. If the four masters could sense his whereabouts, they would have Gotta come to the door.

Now that the location of the other party's base camp is determined, there is no need to hide it at home.

Roy turned around and rubbed Golphin's mane. Why is this guy acting like a milk cat?

"What's wrong with Golfing?"

"This griffin is three years old," Lesso said with a hint of teasing. "It's almost the age of estrus. As a master, you don't understand its habits?"

Roy scratched Golphin's soft chin and fell into contemplation, unable to find a male griffin for her.

"Speaking of which, when will you attack them?"

"Take care of the troubles at the school first." He glanced at the bright bald head of the big man beside him, his eyes sharp, "Riens is eyeing the school, and you are keeping me in the dark! If Yennefer hadn't mentioned something to me... Are you going to deal with the past yourself?"

Leto touch his nose and retort,

"A dozen guys are at home, one more than you is not much, and one less than you is a lot. Besides, you didn't like to fight alone before, we just fulfill you!"

"It's not a small tone, Leto, what are the arrangements? Let me open my eyes!"

The two stepped on the dead branches and leaves, accompanied by the chirping of birds and cicadas on the branches, and ran fast in the deep jungle.

Roy just looked around at random and found more than ten organs-a big pit buried by dead branches and fallen leaves with a depth of more than three meters, a stake tied to a tree, a trigger-type foot cover, and the Ox brothers are best at trapping. Bear big iron clip.

"Ox was idle and bored all day, and took three apprentices to set up traps from morning to night. There are a total of 215 places in the woods!"

Letho carefully bypassed the wood-filled trap,

Take Roy to a pond.

The cold wind blows through the gaps in the forest, and the lotus leaves in the green pond tremble, and the duckweed stirs the water waves.

The nearby fence surrounds a lush botanical garden that covers an area of ​​more than two acres... Bamboo woven fence divides it into hundreds of small and delicate squares, and only one herb is grown in some areas... mistletoe, crow's eye potato, longleaf In front of the car... There are also some areas where several kinds of plants are combined.

The sun-loving plants that rise from the ground are at the highest level, such as dead-leaf vines wrapped around wooden poles. Below it are plants that do not have a strong demand for sunlight. By absorbing the afterglow from the branches, it can be just right. grow.

Roy took a rough look and found that there were more than forty kinds of plants, red and green, the flowers were clustered and pleasing to the eye, and the fragrance of plants and herbs was refreshing.

The death knell flowers, blood crowns, and moon-e's wings that I brought back from Skyrim Province are in good condition, and some of them have been picked for medicine.

A wooden house sits on a clearing in the middle of the botanical garden.

Evelyn, the druid at the door of the house, was dressed in clothes woven from flowers, mistletoe, and bark. She raised her head and nodded coldly to the two of them, and took care of the medicine seedlings in the wooden box.

What made Roy concerned was that the two "monsters" were on the left and the right, and the doors were like pestles on either side of her.

From the outside, they are two very sturdy oak trees with a height of more than two meters, and the rough bark is covered with strange-shaped nodules.

Above the torso, a pair of grass-grey protruding eyeballs can be seen turning, and the angle of rotation even involves the back of the body. The beak-like bulge under the eyeballs should be its mouth. The sound of heavy wooden boards crashing.

The branches that branched out like antlers were their arms, swaying slowly with the breeze, as if they were doing a slow rhythmic exercise.

tree monster

Age: 158

Life: 240

Mana: 150

Attributes:

Strength: 20

Agility: 18

Constitution: 24

Perception: 8

Will: 12

Charisma: 12

Spirit: 15

Skill:

Flay lv3: Swing the tough tree arm, whip the target, or tie it tightly, it is difficult to break free.

Concealment LV3: Located in the forest, the tree monster can integrate with the plants around the body and completely hide the figure.

Perception of nature lv4: It can perceive all movements in the forest within a range of up to one mile.

Son of the Forest (Passive Curing): The tree monster is the gatekeeper of the forest and the patron of nature. It protects animals and plants, and the forest returns its grace. When it is in it, its physical strength, magic power, and injury recovery speed are doubled.

...

"Ms. Evelyn spent a lot of time borrowing these two big guys from the Druid Ring of the Skellige Islands." The bald-headed man put his hands around his chest, and his amber pupils flickered and wanted to move, "As long as someone steps into the alder forest. One step, they can't hide it from their eyes and ears."

"And the fighting ability of the two of them is quite good..." The big man suddenly grinned and showed a stiff smile. "Carl's five bastards came to provoke him, and he was hung upside down on his 'arm' and walked around the woods for a long time, blowing a cold."

"The traps, the two tree monsters, and the two rangers of Oaks and Serrit..." The bald man spoke with firmness and confidence, "The protection of the forest area is tight enough. Anyone who dares to break in without opening his eyes will be called by the guard. There is no return!"

...

The two got out of the jungle and saw another thriving scene.

In front of the green cabbage and beet fields, the crowd gathered in the courtyard - witchers in new school suits, eleven apprentices, bards Dandelion, Priscilla, Igsena, Todaro The blacksmith father and daughter, and the old Moore couple with their child.

The students in the classroom were lying on the windowsill, looking around.

The unkempt Kalkstein rarely joins in the fun, but his pale, thin cheeks have dark circles under his eyes, and he seems to be able to fall asleep at any time.

A black dog circled excitedly around the crowd, barking, its tail flapping like a propeller.

Compared to when Roy first brought it, Xiao Hei gained a full circle, and his body size was upgraded from sausage to wood.

The focus of everyone's attention is the two figures in the circular open space.

On one side is a woman with a mohawk hairstyle, with a fit body, bronze complexion, and deep facial features with a strong exotic flavor.

She carried a wooden machete.

The witcher recruit Karl was opposite, wearing a light and delicate blue leather jacket, bowed his back and bent his knees, and stood with his training sword at his waist, with the tip of the sword pointed at the woman's neck, making a standard plow.

Circling around her.

slam-la-

The wind was blowing from the woods, blowing the cockscomb on the woman's head, and a bang on Carl's delicate forehead.

boom!

Gold and Iron Strike!

The two figures collided fiercely.

The machete shreds the air and draws a white light, which slashes towards Carl's waist from upper right to lower left.

The little apprentice flicked his wrist, the training sword in front of his chest drew a forty-five-degree arc, and the weak sword body of the swiped machete was cut in the middle. The muscles on the thin arms bulged like earthworms, bursting out beyond imagination. Strength, block the woman's machete at once.

He abruptly stepped forward with his left foot, and raised his hands holding the hilt of the sword upwards, as if pulling the capstan of a well.

"boom!"

The woman reluctantly blocked the attack, and then flexibly bent her knees and turned around. She slipped under the boy's armpit and came behind him. Carl lost his target in front of him and hurriedly wanted to turn around.

The woman first turned her wrist from a vertical blade to a horizontal blade, and pulled back!

"Boom!"

The handle of the knife rang the bell at Carl's lower back.

He groaned and fell forward with a mouthful of mud.

Before he could get up, the cold scimitar was placed on the back of his neck.

"I announce the tenth match!" Lambert put his arms around his chest and looked around, shouting for fear that the world would not be in chaos, "Cantila, the winner. The total score, nine to one, Karl wins!"

Cantila danced a dazzling string of sword flowers from the machete in his hand, and put it back into the scabbard at his waist, and a smile appeared on his slightly rigid face.

After being taught nine times by this ten-year-old, beautiful as a woman Karl, he finally found a place again!

The crowd of onlookers was as lively as if a pot had exploded.

"Sister Cantila is mighty!" A dozen or so lean apprentices cheered around the woman. They were happy to see the myth of invincibility among their peers come to an end.

Who is that guy who always pretends to be the boss, exploits and punishes them!

The young man got up without saying a word and stood up lonely, holding the hilt of the sword tightly, his face pale.

"Hey, Carl, although I can't beat you..." Arkhamtom said with a smile, "but I won't lose to an ordinary person, and I won't give her a chance to compete!"

"Don't listen to this guy's bragging!" Monty shook his head disdainfully and put his arms around Carl's shoulders comfortingly. "Instead of him, nine to one should be reversed!"

The cat vulture took off his sunglasses, his gray-green pupils showed a hint of satisfaction, and finally had a chance to beat his disciple, "I am arrogant and arrogant all day, and finally pay the price?"

"Sorry, teacher, I've embarrassed you." Carl didn't dare to turn around. He could imagine the mocking faces of more than a dozen friends and Vicky's disappointed expression, but a dignified witcher lost to a common man. Man, but also a woman!

"Don't apologize to me! Do you think that you have a superhuman physical fitness after the grass trial, and nothing else is necessary? Neither swordsmanship nor actual combat experience should be left behind!"

"It's better to lose in the competition today than to lose your life later!"

"I understand, teacher..." Carl turned his eyes to Ms. Zerekan and clenched his fists, "Never take it lightly next time!"

"I hope you do what you say!"

On the other side, Vesemir stroked his beard and said loudly, "Continue the training, Monty, Chanem, let this group of juniors see what a real sword fight is!"

"The rest... evacuate immediately and start the second set of exercises!"

"All of them, gather!"

The little blond girl in the classroom immediately raised a delicate face, and the clear command sound spread throughout the small courtyard.

The children in the classroom, the alchemy room, and the blacksmith shop quickly rushed into the courtyard in an orderly manner, forming a square array of seven rows and eight columns.

In the crowd, Dandelion, who was wearing colorful flower clothes, rolled his eyes and stood beside a group of children in a ninth row. Priscilla, holding her beloved lute, followed closely behind.

Then there are the old Moores, Ignatius, the father and daughter of the Todaro Qu blacksmith.

"We don't want to run away!" the seven young apprentices who had not yet passed the trial of green grass pleaded with wide-eyed eyes at the witcher.

"Okay! If anyone can beat the weakest Arkham Thom, I'll let him stay!" Serret's face was serious, "Otherwise, just get away for me!"

in the plans of the Brotherhood.

In addition to the experienced witchers, the five junior apprentices who have passed the green grass trial are qualified to fight side by side.

...

"Mr. Roy is back!" In the team, a little boy with a runny nose looked at the entrance of the alder forest and suddenly opened his mouth and shouted!

"Good afternoon, everyone, I haven't seen you for a few months, have you missed me?" The black-haired witcher opened his arms and walked into the plaque of Gao Wen's house, like the boss who enjoyed being greeted by his younger brother.

"Ouch!"

Monty in the arena wailed, and for a moment of distraction, Chanem slapped his left face with a sinister sword, and a red mark swelled up.

But he didn't care about the pain, covered his face and rushed out of the crowd excitedly, rushing in front of the young witcher.

Before that, the long queue of children had already swarmed around him in a disorderly manner, like little ants surrounding the remains of insects, surrounding him with water!

"Roy!"

"Little devil!"

"The stinky boy still knows to come back?!"

A group of witchers stood side by side like a wall, and a mocking smile appeared at the corners of their mouths.

"Teacher, where have you been? There's been no news for months! Miss us!" Renee grabbed the witcher's hand and smiled, revealing a row of white deciduous teeth that had just grown out, and swayed wildly coquettishly his hand!

The two boys put their arms around his thighs, wiping drool, snot and tears on his brand new leather pants!

A few radishes tugged at his arms, tucked their heads under his armpits, and grinned.

The most daring Arkhamtom directly grabbed his shoulders and jumped, riding on his neck!

"Get off me! Little brat!"

"Wuwu, you will kill us as soon as you come back! I don't!"

Arkhamtom ruffled his hair mischievously again, making it into a bird's nest.

"Wow!" Xiao Hei rushed to the feet of the former owner, sticking out his tongue and desperately licking his leather boots!

Roy, who was covered with children, bared his teeth.

Forget it, pamper them once.

Take a look.

The old Moore couple greeted them with red eyes.

"Don't bite your hand! You little bastard, let go! Let me hug my little brother!" Roy reluctantly got rid of a child hanging on his arm, and hugged Mino from Susie's arms, Squeeze his baby fat little face, thumb into his cherry mouth.

"Whoa... Whoa..."

Minuo burst into tears in disgrace.

Roy immediately touched his nose in embarrassment.

"You've been away for so long that he doesn't recognize you anymore!" Old Moore patted the arm of his eldest child, "The muscles have been exercised stronger, as expected of my child!"

"Good boy... I have to stay a few more days this time." Susie held the witcher's hand in her palm at the same time, and looked at his face lovingly.

The overflowing concern embarrassed the witcher.

"Roy," Cantila pushed aside a group of children and came to him with bright eyes, "Don't forget the promise you owe me, when will you take me hunting?!"

"Wait until we've dealt with the crisis at hand!"

"Master Roy, you deceived us so hard!" The blacksmith Clough and his daughter Yuna complained to him, "Why pretend to be Master Oaks?"

Oaks, who was named, was gearing up and staring at his little brother with a displeased expression, "You kid is ruining my reputation outside again!"

"I'm making you famous overseas!"

Roy suddenly remembered something else, took out the wolf-tooth necklace from Aina, the pirate's deputy, and handed it to Karkestein, who had been dozing off. The alchemist's whole person was instantly flushed with blood, and his eyes were shining.

"Everyone! The beautiful time when friends meet is worth writing a poem!" Dandelion took the lute in Purcella's arms and strummed it with his right hand. "Ah, Roy, my dear brother, I have grown into a heartthrob, so that you can see me more clearly, and my voice is so beautiful, so that you can hear me... "

With a charming smile, he said, "I have big hands to hug you more warmly... I'm big everywhere, and you'll soon find that what I say is true."

Everyone's eyes became strange.

Priscilla glanced at the unreliable man, sighed, and looked at the young witcher with bright eyes, and there was a dim light.

"Why are you looking at me with such strange eyes, Roy, why don't you answer?"

Dandelion released his fingers.

Roy sneered at him among the children, "Because I want to sew your deceitful mouth!"

"Crack!" The white-haired witcher covered the mouth of the great poet. "Seriously, since you showed up in an open and honest way, the crisis must have been resolved temporarily. This side of the school..."

"Yennefer told me everything." Roy looked around, surrounded by relatives and friends, and couldn't help but smile with relief, "If Riens dares to make a move, we'll let him come and go!"

"Now, how about everyone continuing the exercise just now?"

"Let me see and see!"

"All of them, gather!"

Little Vicky in a long blue dress raised her hand and shouted, and in an instant, the children who were chaotic in a pot of porridge seemed to be subjected to mental magic, and instantly centered on her and lined up again.

The bards, the old Moores, joined in.

The witcher apprentices guarded the team to maintain order, and the students walked into the door of the conference room one by one.

A door frame was painted with mysterious purple paint in the corner of the door, and a prismatic teleportation crystal hung from a green leaf shelf beside the door frame.

Carl took a deep breath and slammed out the blue spell at the crystal.

A torrent of magic power rushed into the dull crystal, and it instantly lit up!

Boom!

The door frame flickered with magical aura, evolving into a space door full of black vortexes.

Kaoliz, who had just turned eight years old, had a small face, gritted her teeth, and stepped in first...

From young to old, more than forty children all jumped into the portal safely in sequence, and then it was the turn of adults headed by Dandelion.

...

The portal leads to a spacious hall below the temple island. The brazier in the corner is burning with warm and bright flames, enough to accommodate hundreds of people.

The bedding rolls are neatly placed on both sides, and it is obviously not the first time that the children have practiced and found their positions skillfully.

And Vicky allocated "beds" for Dandelion and others who came to the emergency shelter for the first time.

Next to the hall is a huge storage room. Fifteen shelves are filled with easy-to-preserve food: turnips, bacon, salted fish, pickles, brown bread, drinking water... enough for everyone in the Gawain House for a month!

"How, Roy..." Serret asked, "Use your predictive ability to see, are we well prepared? Can we handle the next crisis."

Roy knew very well that Reins' master was called Weiggo Fortesz. In fact, the most direct and easy way was to find Vigo's lair to solve him, but it was easier said than done.

This guy is known as the strongest mage in the world, no matter how terrifying his combat power is.

His resourcefulness and alertness are also first-class.

Roy tried to get Yennefer and Coral to contact Vigfortes, and then asked him out.

But this prudent guy never accepts active contact from people other than his confidants.

As for his base camp, Stigart Castle, which was thousands of miles away in Nilfgaard's territory, was not inferior in size to the entire northern border. Finding a castle was no less than finding a needle in a haystack.

He decided to get through this difficult time with everyone first.

"Our relatives and friends have a safe place to go without worries." Roy turned to look at a dozen pairs of beast-like vertical pupils, nodded and smiled, "This time you can let go of your hands and feet!"

"By the way, the coral will be back soon!"

"Next, take me to the laboratory to see how the potion transformation results? Also, I suggest that each person be equipped with a few more anti-magic metal bombs!"